2 months...

Poppy was, for many years, the family's photographer. With the advent of the digital age, I've assumed that role.

My mom emailed this AM:

I need pictures for the obituaries in the paper before noon today. Please send one of Poppy alone and one of the two of them. I want current photos only not WWII photos.

I flipped through pictures going back to 2001 and began to cry, seeing all of the Thanksgiving, Hannukahs, Father's Day, and more in which Nana and Poppy were pictured.

I came upon this one.

As usual, Nana was managing the process of carving and serving the Thanksgiving turkey.

2 months later...to the day, she died.